200 Cities
A year and a half living out of two electric cars across Central America, charging in strangers' kitchens, sleeping in over 200 different beds — what it does to your idea of home when you never stop moving.
32 entries and counting, migrated straight from the daily journal — not a highlight reel, just the record. This page lives on its own, so it can grow without stretching the main site out.
A year and a half living out of two electric cars across Central America, charging in strangers' kitchens, sleeping in over 200 different beds — what it does to your idea of home when you never stop moving.
My parents could've grounded me. Instead they asked themselves what if he's actually right, and bet on me over the system. What real trust between a parent and a kid actually looks like.
I told my guidance counselor the truth — that school was stupid, useless, and boring — and took the jump anyway. What courage actually looked like from the inside, and why I'd do it again.
What actually happens to your friendships when you leave school — the awkward silences, the group chats that go quiet, all of it. Here's why the quiet stopped scaring me, and what ended up filling it instead.
Why YouTube ended up teaching me more than any textbook ever did.
A car ride that turned terrifying in about thirty seconds flat, and the negotiation tactics — the same ones real hostage negotiators use — that talked me out of it safely. It's the closest I've come to actually needing everything I've read about persuasion.
What I'd actually put in a curriculum, if anyone bothered asking a 14-year-old to design one — and why almost none of it looks like a normal school day. Spoiler: there's a lot less sitting down.
The story behind the exact moment I lost it at a coach — two words, one finger, zero regrets in hindsight. What happened after is the part nobody, including me, saw coming.
Meeting a stranger who dropped out at 16, thirty years before I dropped out at 13 — same decision, decades apart, and the stories rhymed in a way that gave me chills. Some conversations only happen once you stop showing up somewhere every day.
A pizza lunch turned into an hour-long interview about what school could look like if it actually worked.
I called out my own volleyball team's lack of effort — and watched one honest message actually change how we practiced.
A sandwich shop, its owner's whole life story, and a lesson in why you have to keep evolving or get left behind.
Why the “secret” seminars sell you isn't a shortcut at all — it's still entirely on you to build something real. I walked in expecting a hack and walked out with something a lot less comfortable: the truth.
A stranger's small kindness turned into a long conversation about the future of education — and a challenge to think bigger.
What hours of watching speeches taught me about confidence, contradiction, and never talking yourself in circles.
A redo I didn't want to do, a hard conversation with my dad I wanted even less, and a real lesson in what a bad attitude actually costs you. I did not see the ending of this one coming.
What a normal “school day” actually looks like here: a lot less memorizing, a lot more building — and yes, people ask this constantly. Here's the honest answer instead of the elevator-pitch one.
Why learning straight from the best in the world beats any lecture I've ever sat through — no offense to lectures. This is the case for skipping the middleman entirely.
Practicing eye contact, active listening, and actual confidence — one conversation at a time.
Acting advice, a flat tire, a Home Depot run, and repainting my room — a day that refused to go according to plan.
Book publishing, breathwork, and a Masterclass with an Olympic athlete — all in one very Artisan Promoter kind of day.
Lewis Hamilton's Masterclass, a document I finally got right after way too many drafts, and $80 earned in a 15-minute gaming session. Only one of those three things went the way I planned.
Building a prototype from scratch: a temperament report made specifically for athletes like me.
Volleyball training in the morning, sports psychology over lunch, a business project by afternoon — one day, three worlds.
Digging into my own Artisan Promoter temperament, and what it actually means for how I lead, learn, and work with people — turns out a lot of what I thought was just “me” has a name. Reading it felt less like a personality test and more like getting caught.
A disappointing brunch, a hotel legend's leadership story, and a late-night conversation about the lies we tell ourselves.
Dog training, website tweaks, and figuring out ChatGPT — a day that proves “school” here looks nothing like school.
A morning workout, a deep dive into Frederick Douglass, and the news that my research on him would actually get published.
Building my site's logo and look from scratch at Pelican Hill — turning out good design takes patience, not just software.
A deep dive into web-dev shortcuts with Sina, proving the right guide turns hours of guesswork into real progress.
Coffee, a crash course in politics, and building my first website by the ocean with Sina, my self-appointed “I.T. God.” None of us really knew what we were doing, which might be exactly why it worked.
Walking away from traditional school and officially registering as a homeschooler with the state, one nerve-racking online form at a time. This is the entry everything else on this site is basically a footnote to.